I'll settle for you baby

refrain:

"I'll settle for you baby"
He said as he held her tight
"You know you're not my first choice
But I guess you'll be alright"

Four girls to escort him
Only one would agree
Seems to her she matters
More than the other three

Another pretty face
The flavor of the week
How could she not have seen
To her it all was Greek

(Refrain)
He isn't worth it
She realized
She'd be better off
Chasing other guys

He ran to her
But away from himself
It's such a shame
He'll never know quite how she felt

"Won't settle for you baby"
She said as he kissed goodnight
"I know I'm not your first choice
And that's just not alright"

"No, that's just not alright"

I Can't

a poem that could definately be a punk/emo song (even has a refrain):

Why you gotta play these games with me?
Things start lookin' up and then we disagree
I'm sick and tired of always chasin' you around
This roller coaster ride just takes me up and down

I wish I could hate you
I wish I could hate you
I wish I could hate you
But I can't

I want to be with you but I know that I can't
I try to keep my distance, but you continue to enchant
As soon as it seems I won't worry anymore
We're right back to where we were before

I wish I could hate you
I wish I could hate you
I wish I could hate you
But I can't

You've broken my heart so many times before
But when I'm near you I long for more
I know I need to stop this pain
But you've locked my heart up in your chains

I wish I could hate you
I wish I could hate you
I wish I could hate you
But I can't

Will this tragic story ever meet its welcome end?
Can I just stop needing you so that my heart can mend?
I wish that I could tell myself I don't need you to live
But you could bring me ecstasy if just one kiss you'd give

I wish I could love you
I wish I could love you
I wish I could love you
But I can't

Love Around the World

The following is a short (and extremely mushy<3 ) poem that I wrote for an assignment

If I lived in an Igloo
You know that I would still love you
If I lived in Germany
I’d want you right there next to me
If I lived in the Taj Mahal
Every day I’d give you a call
If I lived in the North Pole
My love for you would still be whole
And if I lived in Ireland
I’d still ask you to hold my hand
But since I’m here and you are too
Let’s stay together, me and you

Thank-You Note

A poem about the scourge of society:

If I were 18 and I could vote
I'd try to repeal the Thank-You note
It's just a minor thing says they
But I never really do know what to say

My relatives think I'm stiff and vague
Because when I write them my mind is plauged
I wish I could give them my rationale
Of why it's as pained as a root canal

Don't look down on me for this petty complaint
Looking for sympathy right now I ain't
I am just thinking that you would agree
That this fine form of art puzzles you as does me

Ode to a Faded Washcloth

A poem written late at night, about an old pink washcloth:

I can see right through you
Though you used to wash my face
You used to be so bold and bright
So gloriously opaque.

On the JC Penney shelf
A sale for 2.99
Oh washcloth how would I ever know
That you could be so fine

But now you've fully paid your due
A perfect job well done
You've always "washed away" my sorrow
And that's not just a pun

But to the garbage can you go
Sadly laid to rest
But before you go, I want you to know
with flying colors you've passed your test